Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

The moment he saw Song Weiyu in the hotel, Han Guanshan knew that he had no capital to continue dealing with it.

Song Weiyu is like a rope. Whoever holds it can tie his hands and feet.

"Otherwise, we will die together." He smiled wickedly, looking arrogant and no longer caring about life or death.

Director Zhang looked at the time and asked a strange question: "Han Guanshan, you haven't been back to China for 20 years, right?"

Han Guanshan didn't understand and glanced at him unfriendlyly.

"The speed of development in our country over the past 20 years is faster than you can imagine, especially in terms of... criminal investigation technology."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bomb disposal police came up and said, "Director, a total of 28 bomb locations were found in the entire hotel, and they have all been defused."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Han Guanshan's face quickly turned gloomy, but he smiled after a moment.

It turned out that Song Weiyu lured him here not for the bomb, but just to catch him.

His men still pointed their guns at the police outside. The two sides were on the verge of a fight and no one was willing to put down their guns.

If we open fire, there will definitely be casualties. It is not a pity if the drug dealers die, but the lives of our police officers are precious.

Although they were ready to sacrifice at any time from the moment they put on this clothes.

When Fu Liansong became serious, his brown eyes were very deep. He looked at Han Guanshan and said, "After doing so many evil things, how dare you bring my mother with you? Do you think it's better for her to be Mrs. Fu in peace, or to live with you, a criminal who has no tomorrow but today?"

Han Guanshan didn't take the gun because he didn't want to point the gun at Song Weiyu again.

"I've said it before, as long as you follow me this time, I promise I won't sell drugs again."

"What about the past? What about the crimes you committed? What about the police officers who died because of you? What about the innocent people whose families were destroyed because of you?"

Han Guanshan didn't want to argue with him, he just looked at Song Weiyu, "You all have great righteousness, if you saw with your own eyes that Fu Haitang was tortured by drugs and became a ghost, would you still trust and protect him like this?"

He thought that Song Weiyu might scold him or glare at him after hearing this, but he didn't expect that Song Weiyu just looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a stranger.

This indifferent attitude made Han Guanshan gradually despair and also gave rise to a painful sense of revenge.

He raised his hand to look at his watch and signaled his men to put away their guns.

He knew that if he forced his way out, the only result would be death, so it would be better for him to watch Fu Haitang fall into disgrace before he died.

Gu Zhen should have arrived at the venue and was ready to play the video.

"Director Zhang, I can go with you, but I want to go to the 5th floor and say goodbye to my old friend in person."

He even put his hands together and raised them to his chest.

Director Zhang handcuffed him personally. For such a heinous criminal, when he was not sure whether he had any tricks up his sleeve, he tried his best to meet his reasonable demands.

"Okay, I promise you."

As they were walking downstairs in the elevator, Fu Liansong took off his coat and hung it on his wrist to cover the handcuffs.

Han Guanshan looked at his coat, then raised his head to look at the elevator door: "Still don't want to call me?"

What did he want to hear? What could he shout?

Fu Liansong lowered his eyebrows, pursed his lips and said nothing, holding Song Weiyu's hand tightly, as if he didn't hear anything.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the 5th floor.

Fu Haitang was making his final summary. Next to him stood the police chief, and a situation of cooperation between businessmen and police was initiated.

Everyone was standing at the door, looking at the calm and elegant man on the stage, whose every move showed a noble and leisurely manner.

The pink bubbles in Song Weiyu's eyes quickly flew to the stage. Lian Song hugged her shoulders and couldn't help laughing: "Mom, do you like my dad so much?"

"Ah? No..." Her eyelashes fluttered, trying to burst the pink bubbles in her eyes.

Finally, when the director thanked Fu Haitang, Gu Zhen took off his hat and mask, held the USB flash drive, pushed away the security personnel and rushed to the stage.

"Mr. Fu is indeed a veteran in the business world. He is always able to turn black into white. I wonder how Mr. Fu will be able to speak eloquently after this video is released."

She held up the USB drive in front of many reporters and said, "Reporters, aren't you curious about what's inside? This contains... evidence of Mr. Fu's drug use!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became agitated.

Even the director was stunned.

Li He was sitting in a corner, looking coldly at the woman on the stage. He had been smart all his life and claimed to be able to see through everything, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even figure out the people closest to him.